His Cousin's Wedding
We received the invitation,
pretty card...and pretty late,
for I need deepest inspiration
to prepare such a debate
between my husband and I:
The cousin's his, and I am shy!
Shy enough to need one year
to decide what I could bear
on my shoulders on that day:
bright red dress or simple grey?
That pretty card came pretty late
And as I stood at our gate,
staring at lovely designs,
I already saw bad signs:
The sky was blue...
My blue dress too !
The garden green...
What should it mean ?
My roses grew
wild tangerine
And I felt more
like a child, crying.
O my, that pretty card was late
I'll have NINE months before the date
To put a colour on my dress
And get my husband say me "Yes !"
O my, that pretty card is late
I better start with the debate
Right now before he leaves his office
I'm phoning him to send a kiss.
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